Page 13 of Wild Weekend
“Afraid so.” Stella looks up at me, and she’s so close the heat of her breath skims my lips. My heart races, and I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone so much as I want to kiss her.
I barely know her, and she lives so far away from me. But I can’t help myself. “So it would be crazy to do this.”
My lips brush hers. It’s barely a touch, but heat zings through me from the contact.
My fingers cup her chin, and she looks up at me with wide eyes. She’s breathing hard and her chest is heaving up and down, so tantalizingly close.
“Crazy,” she whispers.
Her eyes dart to my lips and back to mine. She wants this as much as I do.
I press my lips to hers, and they part for me. Her body shudders, and my hand slides behind her head.
Sparks fly through my body at the contact. She’s soft and warm, and this one kiss has my body on fire and my dick lengthening.
The rain pounds the ground around us with the occasional drop making it through the canopy of trees.
When I pull back, her eyes are deep pools of desire. I’ve never met a woman who turns me on so much. “And it would be even more crazy to do this.”
My hand slides between her legs, and I stroke her sensitive parts through her leather pants.
“Yes,” she pants. “Utterly crazy.”
Stella’s back arches, and her hips jut forward. She moans at my touch, and the sound goes straight to my dick.
Ever since I saw her naked, I’ve wanted her, and my body trembles with anticipation.
I kiss her throat as I stroke her, planting kisses on her wet skin. She tastes of raindrops and the forest and that damn floral scent that drives me wild.
“I want you, Stella.” I nip at the skin below her ear, eliciting a whimper.
“I want you too.”
The blood rushes straight to my dick, and I have to refrain from ripping her clothes off like I want to.
I pull away and look at her. She’s breathing hard, her eyes dark. A vision of beauty as the rain pelts down around us. “This can’t lead anywhere, you know that?”
Disappointment flashes across her face before she masks it with a smile. “I realize that. I’m not planning to move to North Carolina anytime soon.”
The thought of Stella on Wild Heart Mountain makes my breath hitch. An image of her at the club, by my side, pops into my brain, and I shake it away. It’s an impossibility.
“It’s impossible. But I like you, and we’re both here for the weekend…”
She takes my hand and places it on the zipper of her jacket. “Just for the weekend, Will. I’m fine with that.”
I unzip her jacket with trembling fingers, wondering briefly if I’m okay with that.
But all thoughts of the future flee my mind when I unzip Stella’s jacket. Her breasts are pushed up against a bright yellow t-shirt that looks too small for her.
I already know what they look like, but I have to feel them, to taste them.
My hand slides up her t-shirt and closes over her left breast. I pull the bra down and sink my fingers into the soft flesh, groaning at the heavenly feel of her breast in my hand.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about your breasts since I saw you in the shower.”
Stella giggles. “Do you want to see them again?”
I let out a long sigh. “Oh yeah.”
